she sees in colour the shades of black
a room flooded in night, the knife still in her back
she sees in colour the shifting scales of grey
the heavy smoke in the air as she kneels to pray
she sees in colour the blossoming white moon
filtered through the curtains, cold fingers still on the phone
she sees in colour the silver drops of rain
counting the tears from heaven with a bottle to drown the pain
she sees in colour the fiery star crowned skies
shimmering shards of brilliance like the shine in her wet eyes
she sees in colour the shadows on the ceiling
dancing to the throb of her heart that seeks healing
she sees in colour her skin slowly turning blue
in the embracing arms of winter, her shivering breath askew
she sees in colour her broken self in the mirror
blinking in the dim light but the picture gets no clearer
she sees in colour the clothes thrown on the bed
she calls it the end as her closed eyes dream in red
